Another year, another fat roll. Yup, there it is. Rounder and more pronounced than last year. I write this hunched over my laptop at 8am in the morning because I've procrastinated on some work and usually wake up at 6 the day it's due. But, I rolled out of my warm bed into the drafty darkness of pre-dawn, sat down on this computer, wrote some hopefully encouraging things on the C+ paper I just graded (essentially, "you made some good points, but this essay sucked"), and noticed the increase of belly over my pants. Ah, I have just stepped a little ways past the mid-twenties. Hm. To be twenty-six.
So, many of you I'm sure are asking, "What does it feel like?"
Well, something between mould and a spring chicken: a thawed, mouldy chicken.
In other words, I feel really tired and worn out from the increasing concerns of adult life, but young in that I still have lots to learn in this life and can be very silly despite feeling, often, older than I am.
"Then why are you thawed?"
A floppy chicken = flabby me.
So, I can now look at my 26 years, and feel happy at least that no only do I have lots to look forward to (flab and all), but that I am Chinese, and will look 24 for another twenty years. Booyah!
Happy Birthday to me!